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| Caius | May 21 2009, 03:39 PM Post #1 |
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The large city of Malik’s Crossing rose into the sky as the peaks of the cities buildings seemed to extend up as if trying to touch heaven. This was the crossroads of the Kingdom, from the established stronghold of safety surrounded by peaceful towns and hamlets to the road leading through the mountains to the east and into land unknown. The city was also home to some of the greatest educational establishments in the Kingdome of Britonnia, The Military Academy of Gilles the Uniter and the Seminary of Theological and Ecclesiastic Service. A lesser known institution was also rising within the city known as the Center for Troubadour Studies, though it was not as well known to many outside of the Barony. There was talk of the city council to combine these institutions into a University, however, as of yet little has been done to advance this idea. The House of Britannicus has had Alumni from both of these institutions for generations, two of which are its newest graduates. Roland Britannicus, raised to take his Fathers place of his Barony, was groomed sense birth for his duties and when he was 16 years old was sent off to the Military Academy. His younger brother, Caius, however was sent before him when he was but the age of 12 to the Seminary. Roland excelled in the Academy and had little equal, besides another son of a baron that provided an enemy for him during his studies. Caius had a much less tumultuous time at school, though he was cloistered away from the rest of the city, and even though his brother was studying only minutes away only got to see him twice in all the years that they were there. At Caius’ graduation his brother Roland came as a representative of his father, who was busy with the affairs of his land. After the ceremony Roland received a letter from their dad that simply stated “you have two years.” Taking this as an opportunity to get in a last hurrah before the responsibilities of life overtook them they decided to do something together for that time, so naturally they headed for a bar… Roland was much more familiar with this city than his brother was and so he took him to an upscale establishment known as the Staff and Mug. Some strange looking figures from the east sat on the far corner of the bar, but both brothers were more concerned with their own futures than anything else. Much of the small talk of their lives had been covered on the way over so there was only one thing to really talk about. “What do you want to drink?” Roland asked. Caius looked over the list of drinks as if it was an ancient manuscript “I’m not really sure, I’ve never had any of these things before.” Roland smiled and ordered for both of them, then took to the matters at hand. “So what do you want to do?” “I was thinking about that on the way over here, I know that you will one day take over our homeland, and that we have a line of Godly men that have ruled over it. I think the best thing I could do, would be to be with you and help you develop into a godly leader so that you can extend that influence to all of our people.” Caius replied, hoping that he did not sound condescending. “I would love to have you with me, I think that I should use this time to make as many connection as possible, spread my name around so that when the time comes for me to look after the Barony that there will be plenty of allies to support us.” The waitress came back with two frothy mugs of an amber colored liquid and placed it in front of both patrons. “So were should we go?” Caius asked as if the previous issue was settled as he picked up the cup in front of him and studied the substance. “Well, I have heard of some of the Northmen and Kurgan who are still living in the forests in the north of the kingdom. We could head up there and root them out.” Roland offered. “Mmm, mhmm.” Caius mumbled distantly as he drank his brew. “…or we could go east into the mountains, I know that there are mercenaries and other factions that we have fought with many times…. “What is this called?” Caius said still looking at the container of heavenly liquid. “It’s Ale…” His brother replied a little dryly, but with a crooked smile on his face. “The Holy Land!” Caius said confidently as his gaze wondered from the Ale to his brother as if the drink had given him the answer. “I have always wanted to go and now have an opportunity, I know that our people defend it’s borders and it is an good place to make a name for yourself.” “Judea it is then.” Roland said relieved. “We can head off as soon as we take care of some provisions.” “First,” Caius raised his finger as if he was going to start counting “Lets have another round of these.” He said pointing the finger to his mug. Edited by Caius, May 21 2009, 04:12 PM.
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Caius Brittanicus, Son of Thagan Brittanicus, Cleric of the Church, Servant of God. (Eric Ayala) | |
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| Gnomeo Knibbleschnitz | May 21 2009, 03:51 PM Post #2 |
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Jolly good. I look forward to seeing Caius' perspective. Good job. |
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| Caius | May 21 2009, 04:37 PM Post #3 |
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Roland had gone back to the Academy where he had some contacts and to pick up some supplies. Caius on the other hand headed back to the Seminary to say goodbye and to gather his things. He only had an hour before he was supposed to meet his brother again so he made sure he packed up everything that he owned from his room. He also stopped to pen a note, he knew that there were too many people that he would like to say goodbye to as he had lived with them for six years and a letter would be the easiest, both in efficiency and emotionally. He posted his artfully penned letter to the communal board letting them know of his destination and future plans, as well as some sappy things about the time that he had with them. There was only one thing left to do, and that was see uncle Gunthar. Caius knew that the best place to check for the old War Cleric was the training grounds and sure enough he was there, obliterating three clerics-in-training with his wooden sparring war hammer. Caius called out to the boisterous man who looked over at him and then slammed his hammer shaped club into one of his combatants, knocking the wind out of him. “Congratulations on your graduation!” Gunthar said in his loud and boisterous voice. “So where are you headed to next?” “To Judea with Roland” “Ha! Ha!” The large old cleric said as he slapped Caius on his arm like he was his own son. “That’s a great place to go, especially at your age.” Caius shifted his feet as to not be knocked over by his mentors blow. “Is there any advice I you can give me?” Gunthar pondered for a moment. “Well if you want anything deep you’ll have to go talk to a priest.” A phrase quoted regularly which hid the depth of knowledge that he actually contained. “But, I’ll tell you this, Victory only comes from the Lord, and at times he may work through your war hammer.” “Is there anyone I should look for or stops I should make along the way?” “Yes! Make sure you go by the Cathedral of Heaven, tis a glorious place, and ask for (forgot his name), he’s was a pagan Northman who discovered the ways of truth, and he’s a good friend.” “I’ll be sure to ask for him. Uncle, could you let my father know where we are going?” “I’ll be in his area in a month or so, I’ll make sure. Godspeed Cleric, and trust the Lord my nephew.” The hour was soon passed and the brothers joined one another again and left the city through the southern gate. They say many merchants entering and exiting the city. Just as they reached the outskirts of the booths and stalls outside of the city walls a thought came to Roland. “You know, we should have gone to the merchant district for a caravan heading south and gotten paid for this journey…” Caius said nothing and they both knew that they had already begun and there was no turning back now… |
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Caius Brittanicus, Son of Thagan Brittanicus, Cleric of the Church, Servant of God. (Eric Ayala) | |
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| DMG | May 21 2009, 04:49 PM Post #4 |
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Well done sir. It is about time some one decided to write about session 1. |
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